Chapter 239 Dad, please help me with something
After living in poverty for a long time, one naturally has a real sense of the purchasing power of money.
Sang Xingjia thought about it and realized, "It seems that the price of twenty wen is a bit high."
"Brother, please stop praising me. It's a little expensive, too expensive. And it won't fill your stomach. Who among the common people would be willing to buy it?"
For twenty cents, if you go to eat wontons, you can have a big bowl full of pork filling.
When you can eat meat and fill your stomach, who would have nothing better to do than spend money on some useless milk tea?
"Oh, so you go ask Liu Mao where the young masters and young ladies like to go for entertainment on weekdays. They must be willing to spend money to buy these." Sang Xingjia suddenly realized.
"Yes! Next time we go to sell it, we'll go to Qinghuan Street by the inner city river."
Having a veto power at home is not always a good thing. Sang Yu makes all the decisions on her own, which means that if there is a problem with the decision, she will have to take the blame.
Fortunately, we just plan to do a simple trial operation today to see the market reaction and enthusiasm, so as not to do too much and waste it.
After returning home, Sang Yu prepared to take out a small amount of pepper seeds for germination.
But before she started, she called Xiao Zhao over and counted out about fifty chili seeds while asking her, "Xiao Zhao, didn't any of the seeds your father planted sprout?"
Although pepper seeds planted directly into the soil without germination and seedling cultivation may easily lead to extremely low germination rates and different germination heights and times, it is unlikely that no seeds will germinate.
Xiao Zhao shook her head and wrote on the ground with the peeled stick Sang Yu had made for her: "Maybe it sprouted and then got eaten by the sheep."
Her father made a living by herding, raising twenty or thirty sheep. He would raise his son to eat the grass, chewing it even with the roots.
Maybe one or two sprouted, but before they could see them, they were eaten by the sheep.
Sang Yu was stunned. Would sheep eat pepper seedlings? Maybe. Newly grown pepper seedlings are no different from weeds. It doesn't matter which one you eat.
"Your family makes a living by herding, so why did you become a slave? Did you encounter war?" She suddenly remembered something.
Sang Yu vaguely remembers the local herdsmen he met when he went to the northwest to shoot a video. They had the habit of migrating their residence with their cattle and sheep.
Logically speaking, Xiao Zhao's family should be the same and not stay in one place for too long.
To her surprise, Xiao Zhao shook her head and wrote on the ground, "They were bandits. They killed my parents and kidnapped children my age and sold them to traffickers."
Even herders who migrate frequently will try their best to live in groups to prevent attacks from wild wolves.
No one expected that the hungry wolves did not rush into the sheepfold to kill the lambs, but the bandits wandering at the border between the two countries targeted them.
Overnight, Xiao Zhao lost her parents, playmates and freedom.
"...That's why I met you so thin at that time, and you suffered." Sang Yu sighed and rubbed Xiao Zhao's head.
This child is indeed a pitiful person. Her parents died at the hands of robbers, and her mother's living relatives don't want to recognize her at all. She is obviously not an orphan but she acts like an orphan.
Well, for the sake of that packet of pepper seeds, she'll grow it for a while longer.
As a food blogger with his own small vegetable garden, Sang Yu has of course grown peppers.
However, the peppers she planted at that time were already cultivated pepper seedlings bought directly from vegetable farmers, and they were eight or nine centimeters tall.
Plant the peppers in the ground and water them on time. Apart from that, you don't have to worry about anything else. When the time comes, you can harvest an endless supply of peppers.
Fortunately, she likes to study things thoroughly before doing anything, so she knows a little bit about how to germinate pepper seeds.
The core principle is to soften the hard seed shell and allow the radicle to break through, and then provide suitable water and temperature.
Sang Yu gathered the fifty seeds he had counted into the palm of his hand. They were only one-fifth the size of a finger joint and did not look like there were fifty seeds at all.
She transferred the seeds to a bowl and soaked them in warm water overnight, and continued with the remaining steps tomorrow.
After covering the bowl of water containing the chili seeds to keep it warm and placing it on the stove, Sang Yu turned to look at Sang Yongjing and said, "Dad, go help me with something."
"What's up?"
"Take the basket of chopped bamboo joints to Carpenter Wang and ask him to carve an orchid on it." Sang Yu was afraid that he might make a mistake while passing on the message, so she added, "Just an orchid, nothing else. It doesn't have to be particularly elaborate."
"Huh?" Sang Yongjing, who was about to take action immediately, was stunned. "Why only orchids?"
Aren't plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum usually shown together? Why is it only orchid now?
"Orchids are easy to carve and quick to carve." Sang Yu has his own opinion.
Since she intends to earn money from those young ladies and gentlemen, she naturally has to find the right remedy.
What did wealthy children with nothing to do in ancient times like to do most? Of course, they would be pretentious.
No matter whether you really like it or just follow the crowd, if you can't utter a few decent poems or ancient sentences, you will be laughed at by others as stupid and dull and then excluded.
If she spends a little more time and effort on the container for milk tea, people will be more willing to spend money.
Being blocked by her words "carve quickly", Sang Yongjing was speechless for a moment, and silently put on the bamboo basket and walked out of the yard.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sang Xingjia, who was sitting in the yard chopping bamboo tubes, put down his hatchet and was about to sneak away, but Sang Yu stopped him.
"Brother, don't go! While it's still early, go across the street and spend more time with the teacher. How can you leave a good impression on the teacher if you don't see her more often?"
She now had the illusion of being a "pushing child" parent in later generations, wishing that Sang Xingjia could immediately achieve academic success and become a high-ranking official.
"This... isn't necessary." Sang Xingjia looked embarrassed. He would rather go up the mountain to chop wood and bamboo than go across the mountain to have more contact with the teacher who didn't exist at all.
"Um?"
Sang Yu just frowned and uttered a short, doubtful sound, but it was enough to deter him. He quickly changed his words: "Oh, I'll go right away."
Sang Xingjia stood up and was about to leave, but heard Sang Yu calling him again.
"Brother, wait a minute. Take this to your teacher and his family to try."
Sang Yu deftly scooped a few cups of milk tea from the wooden barrel she brought back, made a simple handle with straw rope, and then handed it to him.
“That’s not necessary…” Sang Xingjia felt a headache when he looked at these cups of milk tea.
Originally, he only needed to go to the other side and find a place where his family couldn't see him and sit there for an hour or two before coming back. But if he had to add these cups of milk tea, what would he do?
"It's homemade and not worth much, so just take it, big brother."
Not allowing him to continue refusing, Sang Yu forced the milk tea into his hands and kicked him out of the house.
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